we spent our days laughing in the sunshine running in the fields dancing with the dandelions we were so young and so carefree children in the brightness the rain falling on our faces oh, how soft the breeze blew and stole our precious flowers the frightful storm of reality ripped through our lives oblivious of us, of me, of you and like the dandelions we too have gone to seed blown away in the wind we grow amongst the weed I want to walk in the sun again to be a child of the sun again to feel the rain on my face again to dance with the dandelions again